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THE SCHUYLER FORTUNE VI: A Throuple of Bums-7
They entered the cottage.
"Dibs on the shower. I haven't had a warm shower in four weeks. Broke into an empty house and had one then, one eye out the window for approaching cop cars, the other eye on my hand which was busy with my cock."
Mason touched himself as if to demonstrate.
"That bad, huh?"
Liam turned the light on and locked the door.
"That bad and that good, all at the same time. What a rush. The excitement of a high crime and misdemeanor along with shooting a load across the room, all in one exciting scene. Then the let-down afterward, thinking what a fool I'd been. Now the cops had my DNA if they were smart enough to find it, so I scrubbed for a few hours and left enough bleach to stun my DNA into submission."
"You're funny."
"I'm a survivor, that's all. A bum."
Liam left his backpack, his wallet, and other crucial stuff except his cell phone in the pickup. It was more than safe there. The pickup door opened to his fingerprint only, not a key.
There was an alarm system on it independent of the truck battery and it reported to his cell phone real loud if anybody came within a foot of the pickup. The passwords to his electronic equipment were pretty brutal. He wasn't worried.
On the other hand, Mason had the jitters. Who was this guy, anyway, who handed out hundred-dollar bills to waitresses? Why was he being nice to him? The first two guesses didn't count.
Liam was after a fuck.
Mason said it to himself in the shower, that warm, blessed shower. And he, Mason, would make sure it was the best fuck Liam ever thought of getting. It made his dick hard just thinking about it. He came out of the shower and dropped his towel. Liam was asleep.
Liam awoke at midnight. A warm body lay behind and beside him on the bed. He felt a hard, long cock gently moving up and down his ass crack and he thought about palm trees and turquoise beaches. Heaven could be defined in any number of ways.
Not long after, that same rod with its large mushroom-shaped head, slippery with pre-cum, had but about two more pushes to go before it traveled north inside of him. Liam took a deep breath and gently pushed down at the next thrust. Mason's cock, happy to check into the motel again, busied itself being the strongest, most dependable cock around, determined to send signals to Mason's brain that all was well in fuck county.
If truth were known, that cock did more than send signals. When it got excited enough, it allowed a whole bunch of sweet semen to pass through which made thrilled Mason and Liam alike. Mason hollered. A lot. Between them, an amazing amount of noise was generated.
Liam, thrilled, massaged Mason's back and ass for a while. They slept for a few hours, then woke with sun shining through the lace curtains.
Apparently, Mason's cock had a little chat with Liam's because very similar methods and results were obtained when Liam called his into service again. Afterward, exhausted, the two men slept until the clanging cowbell rang at 8 a.m.
"Mason, I'm going on a trip."
"Oh...a long pause..."
"No, I mean we're going on a trip. In my pickup. Will you come with me?"
"I think I've already come with you a number of times already and I liked every damn time. My ass is sore and yours might be if you ask it. You said you want a bum to accompany you on a trip, sir? I must have earwax."
"You, man."
"Before we go can we talk for a little bit?" Liam wanted this off his manly chest.
"Sure. Are you giving the talk, or am I?"
"I just need to tell you about some things, so you'll know everything up front. You are already too close to me to be dishonest. We've actually exchanged body fluids. I'd for one call that intimate. I want to start this road together with you knowing everything."
"Oh, jeeze, here it comes. You have cancer or congestive heart failure or hibernating myosclerosis or failing eyesight, perhaps rotten dick syndrome or incipient tuberosis of the thymus gland? Or perhaps this is the gay version of the famous Dear Mason letter."
"Stop! This is serious."
"And those weren't?"
"Here's the thing. I was born poor. I was poor until a very short time ago." Liam filled him in on his mom and her three husbands, moving out, finding a job at the post office, coming up the ladder to post office sorter, the fateful letter, the will, the inheritance (not discussing the amount with Mason just yet), his apartment, and living off the food bank.
Then Liam switched over to having money, the throuple, Ben's death, Mateo's frustration, Liam and Mateo missing the throuple, Paulo's V relationship with his brother, finding John in therapy, John's homelessness without a job, Liam's desire to find a place out of the city with two other guys to run a large acreage, hiring other guys with similar backgrounds as workers and establishing useful employment for gay guys down on their luck.
"Ben and Mateo and I had hired two gay Mexican men, Miguel and Pablo for the ship. They are still on the payroll and might be willing to be supervisors at the farm."
"Don't give me an answer until you've had some time to think about it, at least don't say no right away, please? You and I have a crucial match going on in at least one department I could name. I admire your talent in business. I admire your talent for sexual expression. I already love your cock and balls and your lips and nose. The rest surely will come. If I could just get past that ugly mole on your forehead..."
Liam made a mock look of horror and brushed his eyebrow upward with his sleeve.
Mason began to laugh. "You're offering me all that and offering to ignore my ugly body too! Oh God! What a break I'm getting!"
"OK," Mason said, "I've taken my thirty seconds to think about it and my answer is no."
"What!"
"Yep, you just told me you want my imaginarily-flawed body to work on a farm with you and your paramour. You never even mentioned a salary... Ah may be cheap, but Ahm not free. Ah haven't descended to that depth. Yet!" Mason's imitation of a Southern accent was somewhat exaggerated unlike his talent for it.
"I'll give you a salary, all right. Stick your butt up over there in Atlanta and I'll give ya one right in the old..."
"No, let's not trade sex for money," Mason replied, slipping back to his normal persona.
"I was kidding."
"Of course, I want to go with you and see where this journey takes us. What does John do and what is he good at beside the obvious?"
"Fuck me, you ARE a brat," Liam giggled.
"Photography for starters. He made a living painting houses," said Liam.
"Does he know you are up here with me."
"Not yet. I told him I needed a break from New York. That will happen when and if you say you want to meet him."
They were now in the pickup, all loaded with food for their journey by Jean. She by this time had divined that these men were not brothers and remembered her brother who had died of AIDS, disposing her to be a 'sisterly'. The breakfast had been spectacular and then she piled a picnic in their truck on top of that.
Liam told Mason that there were two things to do first. One was to find John and see if Mason hated him or not.
If the chemistry was right, they needed to broach the subject of land in the country and their ideas about living together
If all that flew right, then a search for land would follow. After that, they would need to find Miguel and Pablo and have the talk with them.
Then a visit with an attorney who could help them set up a charitable foundation or trust or some kind of LLC to manage the finances involved.
"I'm not sure I'm going to like this John guy. So far, he's had more time with you than I. If he's good looking, he and I might have to go into a cave and even that out some."
"John and I haven't shared a bed."
"Oh. I like him better already. Is he a top or a bottom?"
"I don't know. But I'll bet he knows. You may want to ask him at some point if that's important to you.
"Jeeze, I'm getting jealous of something that hasn't even happened yet," exploded Liam. "I'm gonna die when you two are in the next room doing the nasty...I'm gonna expire. I might even come over and crack the door just to watch while I die. I don't want anyone to have your ass but me, man."
"Are you done with the rant yet?"
"I'm slowing down, yes."
"Maybe I'll be the guy taking his sweet butt."
"Well...maybe."
"Or maybe on a ranch, everybody is too tired to fuck," Mason observed. "Just shuck the cowboy boots and collapse on the couch with westerns on TV blaring or something. People die with their boots on. Why can't they go to sleep with their boots on? Maybe we'll just be a business throuple and go sterile or somethin."
"Nope. I gotta use mine or lose it. I think it's a law of nature or something."
Liam phoned ahead at a service station and spoke with John. "Is that you, big boy? I've missed you. Painted anything recently? No?"
"Hey, I have a proposition for you? Yeah, that too. Us two bums need to find a third bum to move to the country and manage some acreage. Know anybody that would be interested? No?"
"I found a bum named Mason I want to introduce to you, a laid-off controller, smart, sexy, about our age who could do the finances. Can we come over and meet you and talk?"
"Great, see you in Central Park then, in a couple of hours by the merry-go-round? Look forward to it, dude."
The merry-go-round in Central Park, ordinarily busy with parents and kids on nice days in Manhattan, was quiet that day. Liam and Mason arrived to find John waiting. He had just arrived a few minutes before.
"Mason, I want you to meet my friend John the painter. John, this is Mason, the money guy I mentioned."
The two shook hands, their eyes met, considered each other for a second and finding nothing too alarming, smiled. "Nice to meet you, Mason."
"You as well, John. Liam tells me you've been friends for a while now."
"Yeah, we met at group therapy. Probably our doc playing Cupid or something. Anyway, Liam hired me to walk around and interview some homeless people for a project."
"John, do you have a place in mind to sit and get a quiet dinner around here somewhere?" Liam was starving.
"Uh, the Plaza has conference rooms by the hour and they serve meals. I painted there once or twice and that's how I know."
"Let's go, guys, and have a conference or something."
Over free-range Australian lamb chops, the men talked about themselves and their dreams. John wanted stability in his life, a man he could love, a place to live and work. Liam wanted the same and so did Mason. Liam broached the subject of three guys loving each other. Mason had been introduced to the idea.
John had not. It took him a moment to process.
"Are you saying that the three of us could live together and love each other? For real? That sounds great to me. No cheating. An open partnership? Do people do that? Really?" John appeared to like the idea, at least. "Is there like a calendar for the sex or is sex always a threesome? What if one person sees someone else and is attracted to them? How does that work?"
He stopped for breath. Liam said that most groups made guidelines at the beginning with which each was comfortable.
"I want us to own property together out in the country within six hours of the city, perhaps, so our city genes don't wither or something. I want to build a house that fits us and another building to house the guys that come to work for us. I'm thinking animals and garden and orchard(s) and hay and bees for honey. A river with a secluded bank or two wouldn't hurt. Trees. Perhaps a vineyard if the microclimate is right. No poisonous snakes. No lions or tigers. No alligators or crocs."
"I've got a cousin in Oregon who lives near Yamhill. You are describing his place pretty much," said Mason. He's got a small vineyard and also a few acres of hazelnut and old walnut trees. You're not going to find much in the northeast close to New York City that doesn't shut down in the winter.
The Pacific Northwest has better year-round weather, nice summers, no hurricanes like Florida, minimal earthquake activity, some snow in the winter at higher elevations in the Cascades for skiing and winter camping."
John said he'd always wanted to visit the Pacific Northwest. "Never got the chance to go out there. I heard there's a cathedral in Seattle with two pipe organs, one in front, one in back. Plus the Space Needle.
Liam excused himself for a minute. "I'll be right back." Mason and John had a moment alone for the first time in the conference room.
"Liam's a good guy, I think," said Mason. "He thinks you are tops. You think we could get along OK?"
"Honest? Yeah, I think so. I like you already. What's not to like about you? My guess is for both of us, if we try, we can get to know each other well enough to feel deeper than just 'like'. You think Liam is an OK guy and so do I. We're both into men.
We are both bums and have certain needs that bums have. Shelter, food and a partner...are needs that come to mind. A job and money don't hurt. We both need to know that someone values our particular talents and respects us as human beings...that might be the most important need we have, but not always the most immediate."
John told him that not having a place to come home to and relax hadn't been the worst part. Not having a guy to love me back...that was the worst.
Mason stood up and gestured for John to stand. He then took John into his arms and just gently hugged him for a bit. "Sounds like you've been there too," he said.
When Liam returned he had a room card key in his hand.
"Any chance you guys could keep me company upstairs tonight. The suite has a room with a king size bed. Nobody needs to sleep on the couch and I heard their breakfast isn't bad. I'll spring for the room for a few days and a flight to Portland when we can get our stuff ready if that sounds like something you want to do."
They wanted.
Mason and Liam had their bags brought up. John left to pack his stuff at the Y and bring it over in a taxi. "We're in 1210, John. Here's your key. Just come on in when you get back. If we're naked when you get back, take your clothes off and get and take your share of what looks good to you."
Soon after they settled in, Liam asked Mason to help him develop a want list for property. Mason thought about it for a minute. "Do you want me to enter it on a laptop and send it to you to edit? That would be quicker. I don't have a laptop now, that's the problem."
"Let's get you one real quick," said Liam. He spoke with the concierge. "I've arranged for a new MacBook Pro to be delivered to the room in the next hour from the Apple store close by." It actually took an hour and a half along with the concierge's apology for New York traffic.
Mason settled in and used an Excel spreadsheet. He formatted columns for text. He labeled rows for Property Name, Region, State, County, Acreage and columns for vineyard, orchard, fields, crops, water source, river, garden space, outbuildings, space for staff apartments, and columns for total cost and cost per acre.
Liam looked at it. "Send it to me, Mason. That's a great start." He gave Mason his email address and was soon looking the spreadsheet over.
When John returned, he looked around, half-disappointed that no one was naked and half-happy he hadn't missed out on anything. Liam guessed what he was thinking and closed his laptop.
"Guys, he began, "Mason and I got very acquainted in a cottage out in the boonies upstate last night. What say we see if there's any chemistry left for the three of us at the Plaza? I'm thinking we baptize the king bed before we find the pool. Did you see the shower in there? Four people would fit in there. Last one in is...the last one in."
Three naked bums in the shower. Three excited men, hearts pounding. Three minds and hearts open to love. Three men wanting to please each other. Three guys soaping, cleaning each other, rinsing in an endless supply of warm water. Three guys shampooing each other's hair. Six hands touching, caressing, rubbing, pulling. Three men's imagination going wild. "You guys are something else," Liam said.
John's rigid length came to rest against Liam's back. "How does it feel, Liam?"
"I like your hard cock there, John. Do you think it wants to go where I think you want to put it?"
"I think so."
Liam supported his body with his hands against one tile wall of the shower. A handy bench sat in front of him. "Mason, come over here and take a load off." When Mason sat down, Liam told him that his cock was available for chowing down.
Mason laughed and began vacuuming Liam's load. The sucking was nearly overwhelming. John took the opportunity to kneel and did his own version of eating out Liam's ass. Liam reached around and brought John's head closer.
"Guys, let's hit the bed." They toweled dry and holding hands entered the suite's bedroom and pulled back the covers. John brought a couple of large bath towels and spread them over the bottom sheet. "Mason and I have done the deed, John. It's time you checked me out and vice versa. Mason, will you supervise and join in?"
"I'd be honored."
John's cock surged and grew again when Liam applied lube to it. "How do ya want me, man?"
John's heart began to race even faster. "I want you on your back so I can see your face, Liam." Mason too the initiative and tongued Liam's ass, loosening and lubricating it. Mason then put his mouth up to John's ear and told him that Liam was ready for him. John kissed him.
"Thank you, Mason."
John took Mason's cock into his mouth then and while he fucked Liam, made it his business to bring Mason up to the finish line, who after he came transferred his mouth to Liam's cock.
John's invasion started gently and ended in a wild frenzy of mating. Mason's eyes dilated thinking he might be in line for that soon. Liam's sounds left no doubt as to the pleasure John was providing and for some thirty fucking minutes John forgot his vision of his ex being fucked by someone else and just enjoyed the ride.
He felt his insides tighten, the familiar feeling somewhere below his bladder and deep inside, getting ready to release, the general body tightening, expecting the explosion of his seminal stream, the wonderful, wild urge to pump, unable to stop once it started...
Liam fully sensed John's pleasure and knew when John came and cried out with him as his own cum jetted out into Mason's waiting mouth.
The men lay in bed, quiet, each thinking over possibilities, each sated, each content and relaxed. John said it. "In some ways, two is easier than three if we're talking sex. Intimate messages aren't as intimate with three in the bed."
"Having said that, one on one within a group of three guys, kind of rotating around, sounds really exciting. I want to spend some private time with you, Mason, tonight or tomorrow."
"I'm in, John. Let me know when you feel the urge."
"Anytime you guys need one on one," Liam interjected, "let me know or hang a tie on the doorknob, whatever is easiest. We don't need to walk in on each other's sex sessions. Privacy lets us say and do things that three might inhibit."
"I'm going to enjoy my time with each of you alone too. You both push every button I have. Here. I just wrote down a number on this paper. Why don't you both pick a number between one and one hundred. Closest guy to the written number gets to be the sex scheduler?"
John picked 51, one away from the 50 Liam had written. Liam showed both of them the number on the paper and congratulated John on his new task assignment.
"Why don't we schedule one couple per day for starters? If someone or two 'someones' get randy, have at it four times a day and take it to another room."
"If we're all in a room together, it will be more comfortable, at first, to ask the third guy to join in; at the very least if the third guy is in the room and working on a project like watching TV or a computer task or surfing the Net, take it to another room."
"If the third guy gets horny and the first two have begun without him, let them have the private space without interrupting. That sound OK with everybody?"
"What day is good to go to Portland, guys?" Liam was getting ready to buy three tickets on his laptop and hire a realtor there. They told him they would check their busy schedules and tell him in a week or so. Mason sobered.
"I haven't had a schedule for a long time. Pencil me in anywhere, Liam.
"Ditto me," said John.
"First item of business in Portland is Macy's and a vision place to get eye exams. We have to see the properties we are looking at."
Mason thought about crying but didn't. John swallowed a couple of times.
"I don't know about Mason, but I only have the money you paid me for the photography shoots in Central Park. Staying at the Y took some money and subway fares and food."
Mason knew Liam was aware of his money situation.
"That's what money is for, gents. My uncle would be proud to know his money was working. If you decide, you can repay it someday out of your own funds, but for now, you have to see stuff. Cute stuff, like my gorgeous ass."
They solemnly agreed that was super-important though low down on their lists.
"About half-way down, as it happens, between the belly and knees somewhere." Mason joked.
Liam finished the air and hotel and car reservations in Portland online, getting birthdates and ID information for the reservations from the guys as he went. "Can we agree to always reserve a king-size bed in a hotel when we do hotels?" he asked. "Let's decide."
All of them said they had slept just fine on a king mattress and weren't sure if a queen would have been as comfortable but weren't averse to a queen size if push came to shove. Then the queen jokes began to fly thick in the air.
It all ended with a pillow fight to end all pillow fights. Which was followed by a demonstration of John fucking Mason's sweet bubble while Liam used his tongue and mouth on Mason's cock head, all of which brought Mason to massive, churning orgasm and John to a roaring climax as John's cum exited stage directly forward.
They dressed after showering again, left the hotel to find an Italian restaurant. The cabby had a recommendation within 6 blocks. The men were starving for pasta. They needed to replace certain energy expenditures of the day.
That night, Liam told them he would be out for a few hours and this would be a good time for them to get a little more acquainted. John and Mason caught on. Liam left to rest at a steam bath in the city. John and Mason looked at each other and giggled.
"I feel like I've been set up on a blind date," John said, "only neither of us is blind."
Mason giggled again. "It's the old story," he said, "you've already fucked my ass. What more is there to discuss?"
John looked at him for a minute. "Mason, I did fuck you and I have to tell you that you are remarkable. I really like your sense of humor. I could learn to love you, Mason...real easy."
"But there's a test, a hoop through which we haven't jumped yet. The question of the hour boils down to one simple question. Can your cock make my ass happy?"
"Are you questionin mah abilities, suh, my manly honnuh?"
John busted out laughing. "I'm asking you to fuck me silly, doofus." It was an intimate, friendly pejorative and taken as such.
"No time like the present. I'm burning pasta calories now."
John excused himself to prepare for the occasion and Mason lay there and smiled. He'd always bottomed, or most often had, he reflected. He was about to top a guy who was muscled, willing and really good-looking who said he liked him. The condom went on.
John came in, took Mason into his mouth to bring him to erection and wet him down some; Mason then applied lube to his own cock. John lubed his own ass well. Mason asked John to get on his hands and knees. John's quick response encouraged Mason. Mason brought the end of his cock to the eager hole and just touched it. He could feel small muscles moving there. John's sphincter was already happy.
Mason used his weight to push a little. Bit by bit Mason's blunted, slippery tip glided in while dilating John's opening. When the tip was inside, the sphincter muscle relaxed a trifle. Mason stayed still for a minute or so.
"John, are you ready?"
"Yeah, Mason, do me."
"I haven't topped for a while, so..."
"You just did, bro. Look down and watch."
Mason's eyes opened. He looked down and saw his cock buried in Jon's ass, had to take a deep breath, smelled some musk, breathed again, felt the incredible soft and warm place his condom-covered cock had just entered, and nature's mating dance called him to duty. As serious as a man marching off to war, Mason began his job of making his mate happy. He always took work seriously.
This wasn't exactly work, it was play. Nonetheless, there was a duty involved to John, to himself. He was going to bring both of them to the top of the mountain. The other side, coming back down, would take care of itself.
Mason's pelvis started to thrust in and out, faster now, letting out the throttle, first a few deep thrusts, then some light jabs, then thrilling deep pressure, then completely out a time or two, telling John's sphincter he was still in control of it as well...repeating the pattern of the rhythm over and over, faster, harder.
Mason found himself hunched like a tiger over John's body, biting his shoulder and neck, John moaning and wailing 'Oh God, fuck, don't stop, please dude, fuck my ass' louder and louder.
At Mason's 'I'm cumming, John', John screamed his own release and the towel beneath him flooded with everything left in his balls. Mason collapsed on John, panting, fighting for air, his heart racing.
He smelled the scent of John's skin; it had been a long while since he had been close to anyone except Liam, his other lover who had given him this gift.
Mason fiercely whispered into John's ear, "That's my escorted trip up the mountain, John. Your ass is mine tonight, stud. Liam will use it sometimes and that's OK. But when I fuck you, I own it and its mine. I don't intend to let you go hungry or be without shelter again. Hear me?"
"All three of us, continued Mason, will co-own each other. I love you, John. I choose to love and care for you without reserving anything back. I also choose to equally love Liam and care for him without reservation."
John began to move and as Mason slipped off on to the mattress at his side, Mason saw his tears.
"You're a good man, Mason. I love you too. That was in-fucking-credible. You can be the controller of my butt every time we're together if you want. Your cock thrills me. If you ask me to, I will top you to stay in practice, but I know how you make me happiest now."
Liam was eager to get back to the suite and see how 'his other halves' were faring after time alone. He was fully aware that he had no right to quiz them on performance or details or feelings, but thought he would know, in general, how the evening went by what he saw when he got back.
He found John and Mason sound asleep naked on the sheets at ten p.m., their arms around each other, Mason snuggled up behind John. Liam peered into the darkened bedroom, grinned to himself and headed for the minibar to get orange juice. "I guess they didn't kill each other. So far, so good."
At the crack of dawn, all three men woke, stretched a little and John swung out of bed to pee, followed by Liam, followed by Mason. Three long streams danced around and through each other, three big kids playing.
"What do we want to get done in Portland?" John asked after breakfast. Liam said that he hoped to go around with the realtor after emailing her the list of things they wanted in a property and thought they would know it when they saw it.
"What about financing?" asked Mason.
"I'll write a check and pay for it, I guess."
"You'll do what!" Liam and Mason yelled.
"The check will be presented by the seller to their bank, their bank will present it to Schuyler bank in New York City and Schuyler bank will credit the amount to the seller's bank and debit my account at Schuyler bank."
"More accurately, the seller's bank will deposit the check and the Federal reserve will add some digits to the seller's bank account and subtract some from the Schuyler bank. The banks at each end will credit and debit the buyer and the seller's account respectively."
"At closing the check is presented to the seller's representative and contracts are signed. Other important papers are arranged for like deeds and whatnot. If the check is presented and cleared before clearing, sometimes the seller will give the keys to the property to the buyer at closing. Sometimes the seller gives the keys when they get the check."
"Back up a few steps," said Mason. "I'm still wondering about writing this check. Are you going to share how this miracle is going to happen? The money, I mean?"
"Do you remember I told you I got an inheritance from my uncle.?"
They did.
"There's enough in there to buy a fifty ten-million-dollar ranches."
A stunned silence resounded. "You said you were a bum."
"I am a bum. I have no home. My two lovers are bums. I have more money than the average homeless guy, true enough. So...?"
John and Mason spent the next couple of hours trying to digest all this. "So, this is how we stayed at the Plaza and how this trip is going to be arranged," thought Mason.
He was trying hard not to now separate Liam from the two of them in his mind.
"Guys, can we talk?"
"Sure."
"I want to work out a deal where we all have an equal say in the money." One way is to just divide the damn money into three and distribute it. Another is to distribute the right to have a say about spending or not spending it. It wasn't mine before I inherited it. You guys, frankly, haven't inherited it, but on the other hand I don't want the thing dividing us either. Can we agree to take a week to think about it and talk again?"
Bullet dodged. Bullet delayed. Until the next day when it came flying around again.
"Guys, how shall we get to JFK tomorrow morning?" Liam knew that there was an Airporter bus, a subway option, taxi and limousine service. The bus was $35 round-trip, the subway the cheapest at a little over $2 per person juggling luggage on and off through turnstiles and rush hour, limousine doable but the price might shock the other guys, taxi $55 plus tip but could be shared among the guys.
"Liam, for my part, leave me out of the money decisions. I was just surprised yesterday when we had the money talk. After the initial 'what the hell', I was able to think my way through the issue of unequal finances. It is what it is...like everything...and if money greases the skids of our life, I for one am delighted you have it. I don't want it, but I sure like the convenience that money brings."
"I'm there too," Mason added, "I was worried that excess spending could bring us all down until I calculated that you would actually have to work at spending it to lose all of it. I love that you were sensitive to our feelings about the money too."
"OK. Would this be the time to ask how we're getting to JFK tomorrow morning?"
"Sure, wise-ass, get over here and I'll show you JFK." John and Liam wrassled around on the bed for a few minutes like a couple of relieved men who had just skirted their first emerging crisis. Mason lay next to them looking up their options for travel to the airport, smiling at their antics, looking up on occasion to eye flexing muscles and flopping balls and stuff.
"Mason, are you going to join this party and help me out or what?"
"No John, I'm enjoying the view from beside you kids."
"Ooooooh," said Liam, "now we're 'kids'? How are we going to respond to that, John?"
They paused and looked gleefully over at Mason who was quite aware that attention was now directed at him. "Oh, I dunno. Maybe the 'kids' better pay closer attention to Mason in case he needs closer attention. Sometimes even adults need attention. Maybe he's, like deep down, asking for something deep down inside him."
Liam and John pounced on him, carefully set his tablet on the side table and proceeded to tickle him. John held Mason down while Liam licked and tickled his armpits, his sides, his nose and his ass. After the screaming subsided a little, the guys went to work sucking his dick like a lollipop. Liam broke away and retrieved some lube then applied some to his cock and Mason's sweet entrance.
He lay on his side behind Mason. Lining up his angle of attack, he held his hard length and fitted it to the spot.
Mason thought to bear down a little and as he did, Liam pushed himself into Mason right up to his balls. Mason froze for a second, then was able to breathe and begin to moan. John reached around and put his hand on Liam's ass to feel it contracting and pushing into Mason.
"You two have fun," said John. "I'm going to call room service for coffee and a full breakfast to be brought up."
It was at least questionable whether they heard him. Liam was punctuating his pushes. "Dude, fuck, dude, fuck..."
Mason responding and breathing, "Ah, Oh, Ah, Oh..."
The duet ended when Liam's orgasm struck, emptying 250 million sperm into Mason's gut at the exact precise time that 10 million other men around the globe were reaching their climax around the globe at that precise second, a tad under 8,000 gallons of cum per second globally at 3 cc per shoot. Mason added his 3 cc load a few minutes later, turned around and began to kiss Liam.
Mason paused between kisses, "I love you, Liam. Thanks for flying Air Mason today. I know you have choices and appreciate your business. You're a champ."
Liam cracked up and slapped Mason's ass. "You're a naughty little shit, but you're one of a group, so I love you too. Thanks for letting me fly ya. How many travel miles ya giving out for the flight?"
Mason replied softly as in a dream, half-asleep now, "Millions. If ya take me, ya get to take all the miles ya want, big man."